Sunday, September 12, 2004
Sunday Morning, 6:30 amCricket is so proud of herself. I guess I should be proud too, and I did give her a generous helping of kitty treats as a reward for her "good kitty" action... but still. Waking up at 6:30 am on a SUNDAY (a.k.a. "sleep in morning") to find your sweet little snuggle-kitty PLAYING with a poor little mousie is not the best way to start the day. She was doing that little kitty-game where she would catch it, put it down, let it run away for a few steps, and then catch it again. I don't think she had seriously injured the little guy, so I caught him in a glass and took him outside, where, doubtless, he'll be eaten by something else. But at least it won't be my sweet little kitty.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm definitely NOT against Cricket doing her kitty-instinct best to hunt whatever she wants. The problem arises, though, when you consider that Cricket (a) isn't really hungry, and (b) has been in a relatively prey-free environment her whole life. Up to this point, she had only practiced on the occasional fly. When you stick those factors together, you get a very brave and energetic little kitty who has no idea how to kill a mouse. I would have much preferred to have woken up to a dead poor little mousie. But as things were, there's no telling how long Cricket would have "played" with it, and how badly she would injure it.
So now I'm going to watch some Olympics. Yes, I know. They ended WEEKS ago. But modern technology is allowing me to turn back time. Well, not in any of the really useful or important ways, but at least I can watch my Olympic men's field hockey!
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